Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Damien rubbed the back of his neck before resting his arms on the wooden rail. If there was a tone in her response, the Hufflepuff hardly noticed it. He wasn't exactly empathetic and didn't pick up on social cues. Might explain why he didn't speak to many people in the first place.
For some reason, Daisy was a rare exception.
So he tried.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I know how much you enjoy the academia of this place and figured there was some form of extra credit you might be working on."
He glanced in her direction, attempting to gauge if there was another reason, besides the weather, that brought her down to the area.
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